The Redman Writing Project

She can be seen outside the doors gathering a thicket of flowers. She’s a watercolor painting, her gleaming white  cotton dress...

Up on the road, sugarcane burns as she stands at the river’s edge, motionless, like a blue heron, her rippled reflection...

Swamp and Circumstance I find her on the bayou, Her beauty capturing the light. She calls to me affectionately And I instan...

THE YEAR OF LOVE by Donald G. Redman It was supposed to be the Year of Love. The year was but a newborn baby When we reached out ...

Nothing Gained by Donald G. Redman My resistance to you is time wasted. I sometimes struggle to realize the obvious. Tethered to ...

I. My jagged edges - A broken heart, shattered dreams - Cut deep nonetheless. II. Unkept promises like withered leaves in aut...

Ernest J. Gaines (Photo by Joseph Sanford, courtesy Ernest J. Gaines Center.) By Cheylon Woods In 1933 a child came into this wor...